There’s nothing higher than finding truth on your own. All worlds were made, all barriers put in place, every veil...
A poem on a Penn Station wall inspired my own poem about what I want, need, and hope for at this difficult moment.
I explore all kinds of things that are weird to think about and invite you to join me.
Here I am; cringing as I attempt to flip my perspective upside down. As I turn the self-criticism dial to the right, and wonder would it would look like to spend the last few moments of Elul thinking about love instead.
This is the first time since I started writing for hevria that I don’t have a lot of words trying...
Imagine a web of gracious creation woven from utter destruction.
